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THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
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UNIVERSITY MEN'S GLEE CLUB
Delta Spring 1934 party of a school party: Friday night at the Country Club. The candle presented in garden, an attendant wore a hound dog flower and formerly used to organize the room. Garden lawnmower used in place of the center chalk club. Woman seated behind chair, now furnished to rank for the diner. Champagne served. Dinner and Mira, T. J. Snohunen, Mrs. Anne Gakes, and Lily Maehligen. Minister Phillippe Filippin. Wife Williams. Sarah Northman, of New York Bloomberg. Susannah Olsen, Ohio Truman Township. Irene Hammond, Ohio Truman Township. Norbert Hammond, Ohio Truman Township. Neal Hammond, Ohio Truman Township. Allen Obstany, Missouri Geoffrey Marshall, Pearl Gardner, Missouri Miller, Lawrence McKinnon, Indiana Gerald Grundy, Grand all of Tennessee
The Pat Elgin P. O'Neill exhibit-
ers annual party party. Even night at the chapel music from 11:30. The booths are decorated in three colors of blue, pink, and purple and apple-toned floral prints. Also on display is a burgundy birge's ornamental Great Gatsby plaque for the damaging.
Champions wore, Dr. and Mani Pasha,
S.A., Carminet of Gentlemen's College.
Mani Pasha Uplong bone, and Sire, Great
Grandmother of the Piu Prismians.
Outa-Guen wore, wisteria wisteria.
Eilbrahter-Davis wisteria.
Davis wisteria. Garcia-Martin Mary.
Upgrader-Kansas City. Albert Browne
Toponik. Boston. Francis Rowe. Bone
dubley. Benjamin Gomez. Kansas City.
Kansas City. Francis Rowe.
Gill. Osage C.I.
A Lola Locke Knight was given Friday night in the Biltmore Place room at P. A. Rockefeller. The knight was dressed in formal attire and presented with a ceremonial gift of doors were made with flowers, and the star tuxedo. A large brown tail coat queen room. Two blue balloon shirts were worn by the shiny shirt to welcome the Kearneau-Bradley orchestra, entertained with music. The following were chaperons Mrs. Williams, Mrs. Kinney, Mrs. Murray, Mrs. Minear, and Mrs. Town guests were Vivien Miller and Florence Lyon.
Abel Grotius. Pope Paul VI gave a formal Japan visit in 1960, the change being announced灯笼 and palm trees used in covering the floor of the Sistine Chapel were piled up in the rooms and on the porch. The Columns or Ornaments from Sienna Gallery are displayed.
Canchester, C. David; Moissanier, J. D.
Britchon, D. Dalglass, and L. C. Harris,
Oakland, Calif.; Moissanier, J. D.
Woodford, W. Tennant, and W. Tennant,
M. A. Clappigan; national Marine Corps
Mai, D. O. DePaul; Oberlin, Frank
Evans, Lawrence; K. Langenberger;
Klimson, Mingao; Ingram, Larry;
Garrett, Carol; Rockwell, David;
and Mr. Carr, William. Mr. and
Mr. Carr, and Sara Jartt Winoway.
Lakewood.
The attraction of the Alba Kappa Arena corner is a former diner dance. Friday night, the honour of the diner's decorations. The ban
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Behind the Counter By Marguerite Lescher
"Hello, Nellie," said Mary Brown, as she took her place behind the counter, beside the girl who was already there. "Isn't this a keen morning? Lord, I hated to come to work."
"Why, Nellie, where will you get the money? They are expensive."
"Yes, I've saved fifteen dollars and I am going to buy one of those pink goerrette dresses on sale at Chandler's."—Yes, ma'am, they will fit any patent leather pumps. I think they are lovely for the money. They are fifty cents. Thank you.—Do you think long sleeves will look funny at a party?"
"Well, I have to have a real party dress because this fellow I'm going with has a Tux. Good night, how do you save anything! I spent all my money last week for my bat. It was only ten dollars too, but we have to eat. I'll have to charge my dress but everybody else does, so why not?"
"You will look cute in pink with your yellow hair at blue eyes. But I'm not sure how to wear it with blue eyes do you have time get cheap clothes. You can get by with anything, but I'm too big to wear an ordinary little dress. I guess I'll just stick with the same one."
"Probably rain before night just because I didn't bring my umbrella," the other girl, Nellie Smith, said as she jerked open the drawers, beneath the diaphram and dumped the contents in their allotted places.
"Well, I should worry. She took the only pair and it would be her all day to decide if there was a baby."
"Gosh, I hate this place! Wish I could get a job in Chandler's ready-to-wear. Say, Mary, have you got your date for the ball yet? she continued, "Okay, I will. John. Aren't you bringing Joe?" Mary answered.
"Oh, Joe's all right but he's too slow. Bess is going to get me a date with a swellancer she knows. I'll bet I have a good time. But say kid, what are you going to wear anyway? - No maum we don't have any more pink beads—all right, fifty cents."
"Well, they'd only take it back and I be through with it anyway. I guess I'll buy a satin coat, too. I need a spring coat, anyway."
"I should say not, I can take him to any old daugh,
but not to the Kress store Ball. Till tell the world,"
"But, Nellie," Mary said, "I think it means when
he's told me to leave home and he is saving
to ask you to marry him. I know."
everyone else does to say, "I will be there."
"Oh, I'm scared to charge things. What would
"Why, Nellie?" Mary said when the customer was gone, "there is a whole box of pink beads under the pillow."
"But Nellie, won't he be awful mad?"
"John said he couldn't go if he had to rent a taxi. Most of them won't wear tuxes, will they?"
"But Nellie, won't he be beawful mud?" "I guess so, but I should worry. He's getting on my nerves largely anyone. I don't want to see him show without reminding me that we ought to save it for when we are married. I don't want to get married yet anyway. I want to have some fun first. I think you will want to wear your old patients' you going to wear your old patients."
"Say, here comes old Baby to shut up, to shut up," whispered Nellie, "listen, let's get a hot dog at noon and then go and look at dresses, will you?"
"Oh, no! just the big bags, but as long as my man has one I'll have to sport a dress to go with it. Joe wouldn't even buy a new neck tie if I asked him."
"Oh, no, Nellie," Mary said joyfully. "My驴 sent me some old snippers of hers which are keen. They have high heels too, and just fit."
"All right." Mary answered, "Small earlings? Yes, we have them. Ten cents, please?"
HEARTBREAK
I'll seek another rendez-vous
My heart being lonely
I'll put in a little jar this love
I'll put in a little jar this love
I bear for you
I bear for you
And someday you'll awake
Lonely With the Moon By Harriet Stacey
To find this love upon a shelf
Let's hope there is no elf
And someday you'll awake
—Isabel Bandy
New Watches — New Jewelry — New Silverware
In me to set it near the edge So it will break!
We creep fearfully up the two flights of stairs to the studio. We were horribly afraid that some teacher would find us and send us off to bed. On that night, lonelier than any heretofore, we were sent a small group of floor windows. As we mounted the last few steps, the full radiance of the moon shone upon us. The scene was agonizingly beautiful. The moon was high above the lake. The expanse of water, stretching farther than we could see, was a mass of rippling molten silver. In the center was an elongated pool filled with ice that hung upside from the sky. Her shrining staff with its base touching the sword reached to the heavens.
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The cloud quadron of the moon was not with her that night. Gliding on her way without them she seemed as lonely as we. Apparently the rest of the world was sleepy. Nothing disturbed the slightly stirring silver and golden lake. The bit of white beach was silent and still. The tips of the trees were bare. The Tundra faint rumble of a train seemed to be a part of our dream. Everybody within our house was quiet.
The Policies in the Future
Time passed unmotivated as we gazed spellbound. Our hearts seemed nearly breaking with the exquisite beauty and the vastness. As though she turned to spare us to the moon moved slowly over our head, she bolted beneath the roofs. The spell was broken and we curried away sadly, back into the darkness.
"The Day Will Bring Some Lovely 'Thing"
"The day will bring some lovely thing."
I say it over each new dawn.
Against my heart when it is gone!
And so I rise and go to meet
The day with wings upon my feet.
I come upon it unaware—
Some sudden beauty without name:
A snatch of song, a breast of pine—
High-tailed bird notes—high-tailed bird notes— keenly thinned—
Like flying colors on the wind.
Some gay, adventurous, lovely thing.
No day has ever failed me quite—
Before the gravel day is done,
I come upon some misty bloom,
Of riffles in my eyes.
Every night I remember
—Leon Makroff
—Anon.
Morning in Heaven
Pen and Scroll
It was early morning in Heaven. The sacred cows over in the Hindoo quarter had been duly milked and now the translucent liquid was being poured into his cow to be announced the rising hour, the erstwhile Moses Washington Smith arose from the downy covers and began to perform his morning ablutions. Then, after portaking of a heavy amphibious breakfast he should have been satisfied with the most faithful of castoff robes he started for his daily work.
As Mose winged slowly above the celestial city he gazed down upon it with rapturous and wondering eyes. Not in all that unmeasured time since he had entered the great gleaming gates had he become surfeited with the sight of those broad, smooth streets, shining golden, nor the myriad turrets and spires, like a temple with their fountains of sparkling wines and slender, dark-eyed hours instilled in him a feeling very like envy for their Mohammed occupants. From Vallaha over to the right can the glitter of bright armor. As his glance fell upon the screened porch of a marvelous structure of pink alabaster a flash of light illuminated by an electric Michael taking his daily done. Mose bows low in his removed halo as he uttered a poeus Te Deum.
On alighting at Genesis Avenue, he folded his wings beneath a linen duster and set to work with the ladder, reaching up into robes into the jug and then proceeded to polish the street with it. As the golden pavement became more and more brilliant, a smile broke through his eyes and he felt a righteous pride in work well done.
Meanwhile the myriads of sins threw a warm radiance about him. Mose removed his houl to cool his brow for a moment and while sitting there so he heard someone singing above him. Looking up, he saw Miss Magnolia Brownning flitting from the beauty parlor and was displaying with帕森斯 dry-cleaned wings. Her high brown features were wreathed in smiles as she escaped her boy friends and perched on the telephone pole above his head she addressed him in her quaint African dialect.
"Yas, Magnesi," he answered. "This beah poissainn ain't what it wint uswes. Since the last batch o' inmates brought up them rubbab sandals, Pse had a turbid time with taim tahnish."
"Oh, Mose! Is yo' wukkin' hahd?"
"Wal, now ain't that jus' too bad! I thinks that
yo' wukkin 'men needs mo' recrusham,
thet's what, mo' recrusham."
"Now, Angelaface, 'yo knows that a big strong man like what I think it ain't got need fo' no foolishism. But jus' the same I heath the Elysium Fields Showhouse in these days. Showcase fallen angels' an' it as called "Singed Wings." 'Spose wem's see it?"
"Why, Mose! That'll be jes' wonful." At the sound of a distant trumpet call, Mose got to his feet and began with alacrity to gather up his materials.
"Goo byy, Magreal. This am the end
on my shif'. We meets tonight."
Magnesin, left alone upon her telephone pole, sighed with a feeling akin to relief.
"Heah comes Alonzo," she exclaimed, her eyes upon a distant, approaching figure. "Now for the hunceneb-bridge, I ask you an ethanol. This also is paradise."
Death
by "Milton"
Pen and Scroll
A gaur, a barge farmhouse in a shivering, fall dusk. Before it stands a car with a white cross painted on the side, all the rooms are whitelighted except the living room and kitchen dimly. The cold, night wind rushes down the road, driving before it a cloud of dust—or is it something else? Into the yard it sweeps and to the very door. Slide away from the house. Above, from the chimney, a sneeze a blow of smoke—or is it something else?
I love the fiasco and have fun.
To put in my house when you are rich,
But do let's get that cottage, by some
trade,
And I'll make you custard in a blue dish,
—Isabel Bandy
A BLUE BOWI
I care not for brass and rare jade
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